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With a growl, he swings me around, presses me against the wall, his mouth crushing mine. He kisses me like he’s dying of thirst, and the stud in his tongue strokes me in a way that leaves me moaning with arousal. I can taste myself on his lips, I realize.

Then his fingers lift my skirt and start stroking me.

I’m clawing at his shoulders, his arms, as every shift of his long fingers inside me, every twitch, hurtle me toward an edge that suddenly feels very close. After last night with Jason, I’d sworn not to let any of them inside me again, and here I am, rocking on Emrys’ fingers, needing more… Needing him.

“God,” I gasp when he drags his fingers out, his mouth trailing over my cheek to my ear, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. “Rys…”

“I can’t fucking wait any longer,” he breathes, his fingers rubbing on my clit, making me gasp. “Watching you getting fucked by Jason last night almost killed me. Need to be inside you, so deep inside you, angel…”

I seek his mouth and he kisses me again, moaning my name. The broken sound of it on his lips sets me on fire.

“Please,” I whisper, “want you, please…”

He grabs and lifts one of my legs, hooking it around his muscular thigh, leaving me exposed. When the head of his cock nudges against my entrance, I moan. So hot. He slips into me, little by little, and he was right, I feel every rung of that Jacob’s Ladder. I’m shaking, all the desire that has gathered in a hard knot in my belly making me grind down and take more of him. I’m gasping and moaning his name. With just that one long, slow thrust into me, the pressure breaks, and I come, sobbing for breath.

He seems to have been on that same edge, too, because he shudders and I swear I feel his cum spill inside me, burning. He’s swearing and rocking into me as he comes, his strong body hunching over.

We’re both breathing hard, and as I come down from the high, returning to earth, I wonder whether I should feel bad. Where is the guilt that should be consuming me?

Can’t believe I did it with Emrys, too.

God, I’m so sleepy. My body feels like a wet noodle. I can’t lift my hands, which is weird. It’s not likeIdid anything. Just received the pleasure he gave me.

I gaze up at him, remembering he’s still naked and that I wanted to explore his body more. But he’s a bad guy… Right? Is it a sin to touch a bad guy? To be fucked by one?

Should I be feeling awkward about this? Should it feel wrong? Because I only feel tired and relaxed. Sated.

He chuckles. “I wore you out, huh? Hell, you’re sweet. I’d fucking love to eat you out and fuck you all day.”

An answering throb between my legs makes me gasp.

“Goddamn.” He straightens, and I can’t help but stare at his still hard, pierced cock. It’s fascinating. Such a boy thing. Such a strange thing. Such a blatant way to be aroused, with no way to hide, no way to stop it.

And so very sexy.

But another knock comes on my door and Emrys curses under his breath.

“Mia!” Vanessa calls out. “Are you in there?”

“Is it visiting day or something?” Emrys mutters as I step around him to answer the door. “Hey. How about ignoring her?”

“It could be important.”

“More important than me?”

“Get a grip, Rys.” I grin at him, though, and he relaxes. “Stay put. Just going to talk to her.”

“You have no romance in your soul.”

“Since when is this romance?”

He doesn’t reply as I go to open the door, pulling down my skirt to hide the fact I am, in fact, sans panties. I can feel Emrys’ cum running down one of my thighs. It’s distracting.

“Van.” I open the door halfway, poke my head in the opening. “Hey.”

Vanessa frowns at me, dark eyes narrow. She pops a bright pink bubblegum. Her earrings are a flash of silver. “What are you doing locked up in your room? You’ve vanished. Haven’t seen you in the mess hall for lunch or dinner these days.”

“I’ve been, uh, busy.”

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